if there's one thing the gods love, it's tragedy
He trails behind her, not entirely in the conversation and not entirely out of it either. At the very least, Safrin hadn’t gifted him his hEARS, so it was one of the few things that remained. It makes it so despite the sound of the Climb that in some places seemed almost devouring, that he’s able to hear her pretty well.
His hands are in his pockets, eyes peeled and scanning the landscape for anything that might come out to attack them while they walk. “Agreed.” Sunjata murmurs to her suggestion. Get this over with as quickly as possible so he can go home and shower. “Well… It’s called Angel’s End, is it not? Leads me to think maybe this is where angels go to die.” His nose wrinkles with it, something on the tip of his tongue about how gods like to see them fall, but he refrains.
But she finds a safer path and Sunjata’s quick on her heels, grabbing a bag he’d been carrying on his back for her to start lugging the chunks of lava rock in. “How much of it do you need?”
His hands are in his pockets, eyes peeled and scanning the landscape for anything that might come out to attack them while they walk. “Agreed.” Sunjata murmurs to her suggestion. Get this over with as quickly as possible so he can go home and shower. “Well… It’s called Angel’s End, is it not? Leads me to think maybe this is where angels go to die.” His nose wrinkles with it, something on the tip of his tongue about how gods like to see them fall, but he refrains.
But she finds a safer path and Sunjata’s quick on her heels, grabbing a bag he’d been carrying on his back for her to start lugging the chunks of lava rock in. “How much of it do you need?”
with wings that burn and boys who fall
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
